DADDY, I’M YOUR CUMSLUT! 8

Chapter 8 Lovie’s POV “Oh god Mum there is barely any room back here with all these grocery bags piled up everywhere,” I said, my voice already sounding a little breathless as I tried to squeeze myself into the only tiny open spot left in the far back seat. The middle was completely blocked by boxes and bags so I had no choice but to lower my ass straight down onto Marcus’s lap. The second my full weight settled on him I felt his thick hard c**k pressing right up between my ass cheeks through his pants, poking and grinding insistently against me like it was demanding to get back inside the same p***y it had just wrecked by the pool. My body reacted instantly, a fresh rush of wetness flooding out of me and soaking my already ruined panties even more. Mum pulled the car out onto the road and started driving, her voice bright and happy from the front seat like this was any normal family trip. “I was thinking we could do that big pot of stew tonight with the fresh vegetables I bought. Jackson will be there soon and we can all sit around the table and talk about how this blended family thing is going to work. I am really excited about all of us getting along so well already.” I bit down hard on my bottom lip because Marcus’s c**k felt so hot and heavy against my ass that my p***y started clenching on its own, remembering exactly how it stretched me open and pumped me full earlier. This is insane. My own mother is right there in the driver’s seat talking about cooking dinner for us while her boyfriend’s d**k is already rock hard and rubbing between my cheeks. I should be panicking and trying to get off his lap but all I can think about is how good it felt when he had me bent over the pool edge taking every inch. My cunt is dripping so much I can feel it running down my thighs again. Marcus shifted underneath me like he was just adjusting to the bumpy road but his big hand slipped quietly under the back of my top. His rough fingers moved straight up until they found my left n****e, pinching it hard between his thumb and finger, rolling it slow and tight then tugging it outward until the sharp pull made my whole body jerk. I turned the moan that wanted to come out into a fake cough, covering my mouth fast with my other hand while my hips twitched on his lap without me meaning to “You alright back there honey?” Sandra asked, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror for just a second before going back to the road. “Yeah Mum, just a little tickle in my throat from the air conditioning,” I answered, my voice tight and shaky as Marcus kept working my n****e, pinching harder then switching to the right one so he could twist both of them at the same time. The pain and pleasure mixed together and shot straight down to my swollen c**t, making it throb so bad I had to press my thighs together around his legs. More of his c*m from earlier kept leaking out of my sore stretched hole every time I moved, mixing with my fresh juices and making my panties a complete slippery mess. The longer the car kept moving the worse my need got. My p***y felt empty and aching, pulsing around nothing while his thick c**k teased me through our clothes. I could not take it anymore. I reached one trembling hand behind me, slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his heavy c**k out into the open air. It was burning hot and rock hard, veins standing out thick along the shaft as I wrapped my fingers around the base for a second just to feel it pulse. Then I hooked my soaked panties to the side, lined up the fat dripping head with my swollen p***y lips and started sinking down onto him right there in the moving car. Fuck he is so thick. My mum is literally right in front of us and I am sliding my dripping cunt down on her boyfriend’s c**k like a filthy desperate w***e. The stretch burned so good as inch after inch pushed inside me, spreading my walls wide open until my ass was pressed tight against his lap and his entire length was buried deep in my p***y. I had to grip the headrest of the seat in front of me to stop myself from moaning out loud because the fullness made my eyes water and my inner muscles squeeze and flutter all around him. Marcus’s hands gripped my hips hard under my skirt, fingers digging into my soft flesh as he pulled me down even deeper and started guiding my movements. He made me ride him with tiny controlled bounces, lifting me just enough so his c**k dragged along every sensitive spot inside me before slamming me back down so my ass slapped quietly against his thighs. The wet sounds of my p***y taking him were starting to get louder but the road noise helped cover it a little. Mum kept talking happily, completely clueless. “I also bought that ice cream you love, Lovie and some wine for the adults. Marcus, what do you think about the stew idea? We can make it really hearty so everyone leaves the table full and happy.” Marcus answered in his deep calm voice like nothing was happening. “Sounds perfect babe, I am always down for whatever you cook.” At the same time he reached one hand around under my skirt and found my swollen c**t, rubbing tight fast circles on it while his other hand stayed under my top twisting and pinching my n*****s even rougher. My p***y clenched hard around his thick c**k with every little thrust he pushed up into me, sucking him deeper and leaking fresh juices all over his balls. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, turning every moan into more fake coughs while my body shook on top of him. I cannot believe I am doing this. My mother is talking about dessert and family time while I am bouncing on her man’s d**k in the back seat, letting him play with my c**t and n*****s like he owns me. It feels so wrong but the risk is making me so much wetter. My p***y is gripping him like it never wants to let go. I started grinding harder in small desperate circles, rolling my hips so his c**k stirred deep inside me and rubbed right against my g-spot every time. Marcus gripped my hips tighter and helped me move, pulling me down harder so his balls pressed up against my ass and his c**k bottomed out completely. The pleasure kept building fast, my thighs shaking nonstop and my breathing getting ragged no matter how much I tried to hide it behind coughs and deep breaths. Marcus leaned forward so his mouth was right against my ear, whispering low and dirty while he rubbed my c**t faster. “Keep riding Daddy’s c**k just like that you little slut. Your tight p***y is sucking me so good even with your mum right there. You love getting f****d behind her back don’t you?” I nodded frantically, my eyes half closed as another strong clench rippled through my walls around his thick shaft. I kept bouncing and grinding on him as much as the cramped space allowed, my full t**s jiggling under my top every time his c**k slammed up into me, my hard n*****s aching from how roughly he kept pinching them. The constant fear that mum might turn around or hear the wet squelching noises only made everything feel sharper and hotter, pushing me closer and closer to the edge while I rode my mother’s boyfriend’s c**k faster in the back of the moving car.